Busy, busy, busy, it’s what everyone is these days. We cherish the moments of true relaxation. Work, work, work, it’s what everyone does now-a-days. We adore the moments where we do not have anything that requires our immediate attention.
Some tasks seem futile, no point, no reason to them, and yet we still feel compelled to complete them. Why? Why do we do these tasks even though we have no desire to, or want to? Why? Is it because we have been told we need to? Because we are afraid to disappoint? Because we are unable to break from the cycle? Why? Why do we do it even when we lose sleep over it? When we are losing our minds trying to keep everything straight? When we are being crushed from the weight of it all? Or is it simply because we feel as though we need to do everything thrown at us?
Granted, a generous amount of tasks are helpful, useful, aid in one way or another, but the sheer volume of tasks can be daunting; that, is the biggest, most imperative, problem.
Max, a little succulent in a shoe, relaxing among moss, made me envious. Max, a succulent that gets to perform photosynthesis, made me feel envious because all it does is just that, photosynthesis. A succulent, made me envious because I want to relax, chill, do next to nothing, just as it does.
One thing after another is thrown at us, whether you are a student, you are a professional, or you are retired; no matter what stage of life you are in, life will keep shoving things at you. Whether you are a student, you are a professional, or you are retired, it can have a big impact on you. Whether its a positive or negative impact differs from person to person, but there is an impact, and effect, nonetheless.
Max, a succulent adorned with white little spots, does what we all want: nothing. In the grand scheme of things, it does nothing, and in the grand scheme of things most of what we do is futile; however, they feel the polar opposite. They feel like they are the most imperative tasks of all.
Max, you adorable little succulent, I envy you. I also am grateful and lucky to not be you though, because I get to experience, to live, to love, to laugh, to smile, to cry, to jump, to run. I, unlike you, Max, get to be human. A busy human, yes, but human nonetheless.